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Slowly walking to the square,
They carry precious sacrifices.
A cage.
A globe.
A brown guitar.
To the gallows they go.
Quickly walking to the square,
He carries papers with seals.
For him.
For her.
For the hangman himself.
How tall will the gallows grow?...

Wandering through the world over
wintery plains
wearing her black veil
weeping for her lover,
She finds her place in the
sky, a goddess of
Superstition’s tales. In the
summer, she is His lover.
Wandering through the world during
Winter’s opening harvest
wearing her white veil,
w...

When the bell rang, I walked quickly to my car, put the keys into the ignition, and shifted the gear to drive. As I zigzagged through lanes of traffic, I thought about all the relaxing activities awaiting me at home. First, I would grab a snack. Later, I would watch that movie I ren… “NO! St...

There he hangs.
like the remnants of a wax candle, he clings to his chandelier.
the domestic lowers the once-fiery cage.
from the chandelier's sharp spikes, he roughly removes the mounds of wax.
he discards them in a bin.
i wait.
he shifts the ladder underneath the next chandelier.
the l...

Art is stupid and pointless.
Like the piece of gum relentlessly bonding my shoe to the floor mat.
There is no meaning behind A.B.C. gum.
Whatever looks beautiful is art.
But beauty always fades and leaves an ugly shadow of the past.
Beauty is stupid and pointless.
Like the mold growing on ...

Samantha won't look at me. I took her to lunch at her favorite restaurant on the boardwalk, the one where we had our first date, hoping to make peace with her, but her eyes always seemed preoccupied with the miniature salt and pepper shakers. I understand why she's mad at me, but I wish sh...

We arrived at the strange house today, the house of the Unmentionable Times, after our long journey away from the City. We are free of our old bonds and can do as we please. The rooms of this house are different from the ones in the City. They are full of colors and old manuscripts. The Unconque...

Young legs struggle to keep pace with
kindred branches among the branches
and leaves of spring; Fall is upon me.
Pushing away the webs of adolescence
and spiders, no longer preventing
the ripening of our minds-
or my mind.
Puerile conversation brings wisdom-
to me, confusion restrained wit...

The living room serves as the heart of any home. As a family lives in a home over several years, they begin to instill a sense of themselves in their living room. Unlike other rooms in the house, the living room has no set purpose. It can function as anything depending on the wishes of its inhabi...

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Fred who was a complete pessimist. He hated his life and always saw the bad in things. Since he only looked at the negative, Fred wasn’t able to see any good in life, which made him even more pessimistic.
At school one day, as Fred plodded into his hist...

I march along through the dense ­humidity of the summer day. My lawnmower is my faithful ally, ­assuring my victory in this war. However, nature's defenses refuse to let up. The thick air smothers me in sweat. The blades of grass stand tall and strong, a final act of rebellion against this weekly ...

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